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Feb 2010
all these hollywood actors
with their photoshopped smiles
holding hands for money
on the cover of a movie
and sharing that look
like they've done it for years
'cause they have

well, they have and they haven't
and they're back and they're forth
while the magazines listen
and spew it back
from the racks
in the grocery store checkout


and to think, all i wanted was my skittles.


but i got thoughts down the stream
from the glint of the gloss
of the reality they practice
and fine tuned as an art
so i get to thinking
maybe it doesn't matter if you're happy,
just that the world thinks you are

i can't look away though,
i just see a blushing trainwreck
happy on her wedding day,
a future diet pill representative
or fresh out of rehab
because that's the way my mind works,
still talking like someone's listening
when it knows my ears don't work that well,
they just don't.

and i'm not angry
and i'm not even scared
i'm just tired of the life between
the things that we live for



so when the lady at the register smiles
and asks if i'll be paying cash or credit
i feel bad that i have to tell her
i'm sorry, i just don't think i'm that hungry anymore
Written by
Brett Cooper
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